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My Journey on the Road


I was mostly on the road last week. In fact, I did five presentations in three days. By the time I was done on Friday evening, I looked like a zombie. On Thursday, I arrived home around 10pm, and I had to prepare for my Friday’s presentations. There was a lot of research to be done. By the time I went to bed at 1am, the work was far from finished. I woke up two hours later. I worked from 3 am to 6, and half an hour later, I was out of the house. No wonder I looked like a zombie in the evening.

On my way home that night, my Pastor texted me and this is how the conversation went:

-Pastor: How was your workshop?

 -Me: It was amazing. But I am so exhausted man

-Pastor: Did you pray asking God to give you work?

-Me: Yes I did

-Pastor: Well, you have been served…

 -Me: Hahaha. You are right.


What else could I say? He was right

However, I found myself in bed with a cold the next day. I won’t blame God for this one.
I was doing a little bit better yesterday, which was a good thing, as I had to do some voice over work on a short documentary. My voice needed to be at its best. I did what I could, and I think the work was ok.

The short documentary is about the work I have been doing with a Speakers’ Bureau for the last three years. They send me in schools mostly during the month of February to talk about the Black History Month. This year, they came to me and asked me if I would be interested to be part of their promotional video. I agreed. They sent a crew to take some footage at one of my presentations, and yesterday it was about adding my voice to the footage they had.

The video is about how I overcame some personal struggles a number of years ago. It is easy now to talk about it, but when I was going through them, I thought it was the end of the world. Now I can see how my struggles had a meaning. Without them, there would be no story to tell. I heard someone say that there is no testimony without test. I experienced it yesterday.

I am wondering how my next story is going to sound like. There have been some tests lately. Wait and see.

I have a question for you. What is your story? I am anxious to hear.

Moral of the story? Do you want to be part of a documentary? Just do five presentations in three days and you will look like a zombie.

Always a pleasure
Patrick
The Journeyman


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